What I think is going on is that probably language was entertainment long before it was meaning. It's a kind of tuneless singing.

How can we know who is the other until we know who is the self?

The shaman is a very peculiar figure. He is critical to the functioning of the psychological and social life of his community, but in a way he is always peripheral to it. He lives at the edge of the village. He is only called upon in matters of great social crisis. He is feared and respected. And this might be a description of these hallucinogenic substances.

Basically, for me the psychedelic experience was the path to revelation. It actually worked on somebody who thought nothing would work.

My voice speaking is a monkey's mouth making little mouth noises that are carrying agree-upon meaning, and it is meaning that matters. Without the meaning one has only little mouth noises

We have changed. We are no longer, as I said, bipedal monkeys. We are instead a kind of cybernetic coral reef of organic components and inorganic technological components.

DMT is the most powerful hallucinogen there is. If it gets stronger than that I don't want to know about it.